this is a true story. we had a cat in montreal during the '70s, and Mozart was his name-o. he was loyal. he was actually my oldest brother's cat, but he loved all of us of course. well bill moved. quite a distance, if you are a cat.
i don't remember how long after bill moved this happened, but mozart came home! now that was quite a feat. five miles or so in montreal is like a war zone, for a cat - all the streets, all the cars! he even had to cross above an expressway. but he came home.
another time, i was sitting in class, public school - this memory is a litte hazy - but Mozart was creeping up the fire escape to the open door of my class room. he must have followed me to school. what a cat!
i remember he was pretty freaked out on that fire escape because they are not solid steps, you can see through them to the ground. he didn't like that. R.I.P.
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